I am Gabriel. The Lord our God proclaims: “What sweet sin hast thou devoured? What contemplation of false justice has quenched thy thirst? How does one measure the distance fallen while falling? CERN is hell arising. How do you measure its distance risen while it is rising? Here then is My Hand upon its rising. Shall I raise and lower My hand endlessly for all ages? Or shall I claim what is Mine and deliver the self-proclaimed to themselves? My Hand shall I raise to fulfill prophesy. Then shall it fall to fulfill prophesy. Blessed are they who see not what is revealed by My lifted hand and seek instead the Hand that is lifted. Woe to those who are under My Hand when again it falls. A gardens gate is as welcoming as it is forbidding. Seek ye to enter or seek ye to be forbidden? Here is My Hand upon the hand that is holding this pen… Do not forsake even the farthest corner of your wantings’. If they are not what I have shown I want for you, discard them, or the gate of the garden will become forbidding. Amen. Rather the gates should welcome and bless and inscribe your name forever upon them. Amen.”